December 7, 2012

poem 447 of a poem a day for 2012

what whispers through the open arms of language  

judeo-christian shepherding
is ritual adherence to our ends
messiah howls and empty bending
sent memory, eternal thirst
blank slates for new year’s
the coal ash tourniquets
slow the bleed
as oil keeps replacing trees
the plastic vibration harpies
are the luxurious scents
of what you see not real
you and me, shiny tin
foil bowed packages
waiting to be torn open
by the eager hands
of children once
now single minded
adhesives hoarding
aisle narrowings
streets left wanting
nestling up to closed doors
shuttered windows behind
the flicker of candlelight


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